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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  They all warned us about times like this
    #6

    i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do
    ---------- i hope you dream of me



    There’s a bay mare ahead of them, and Gale recognizes her. He does not know her name, but he has fed from her before, taking delight in the misery of so many old, sad memories. He’d come closer to killing her, though she probably remains unaware. Just before he’d leapt down on her from his position in the trees, a flock of parrots had taken flight from the underbrush where they’d been feeding, startling her away with the flapping of jewel-bright wings.

    Obscene is here to steal her, Gale realizes, and has brought the whistle-summoned bay with to help him.

    There’s tension between the pair of them - he can Feel it. The invisible presence is unaware of the games the pair of trespassers are involved in: political, romantic, or otherwise. His unlimited access to power has not come with omnipotence, and he’s decides that needling Aela is more intriguing than what has transpired between the two other men or why this pegasus is worth coming to Tephra to steal .

    “Tell Aela I’m hurt she didn’t keep her souvenir,” he tells Obscene, and when he flashes the image of the open wound on his sister’s chest that has since become a grisly scar, it is to all of those assembled and not just the long-eared Prince. Perhaps they’ll flinch.

    Perhaps Obscene will bristle at once more being used as a messenger between the brindle stallion that materializes now beside the bay mare, and his golden youngest sister. Gale does enjoy the taste of frustration.

    Not his own though, so he asks as he runs his navy muzzle possessively across Tantalize’s mottled shoulder and holds her bones so he might feel her quake for a moment: “Have you returned Sickle to her mother? Or should I come back to the Pampas and collect her, along with what you owe me for trying to take this?” At the final word, he gestures with his dark head at Tantalize, speaking of her as if she is no more than a shiny bit of stone or tropical fruit.


    GALE



    @Obscene
    @skander


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    RE: They all warned us about times like this - by Gale - 09-09-2021, 07:47 AM



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